Do you remember the first days of September and the warm asphalt?
Back then it seemed to us that there would be a happy life in the future
That in the night streets the lamps are on for us
But we grew up and nobody wants us
And we run in the circle just like roundabout
There's no enemies and no friends anymore
There's no one left. We're alone
Skyscrapers scratch the clouds
We hidе the thoughts and the truth in our drafts
And we wait, counting days
Wе work for buying the best shroud
And we are born as a small part of someone's problems
We change the sense in the words for a better sleep
Until the night is cut by the piercing siren's moan